I sobbed quietly as I watched him snore beside me. It was the sadd*st day of my life, and the pain I felt was unbearable.
I managed to get up and went into the bathroom. I stayed there for over an hour, crying as the water poured down my body. I cleaned the bl00d on my thighs, changed into another dress, and decided I couldn't sleep beside him. I laid down on the couch in the parlor, but after some minutes, I changed my mind and returned to the bedroom.
I lay down next to him, staring hard at his face. Such a selfish person.
Earlier, he had insisted that we were going to share the bedroom together. I didn't argue because, after all, he said it was his house. But when he laid down beside me, he began touching me inappropriately. Afraid, I tried to remove his hand, but to my surprise, he got angry immediately.
Bolaji: What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like a baby? Don't you understand what I'm trying to do?
Sarah (afraid): Please… but we already agreed that you won't touch me until I'm ready.
Bolaji: Why won't I touch you? You're my wife. I've paid your dowry, and I have every right over you. I own you, and you must do everything I want. Do you hear me? Now lie down properly and let me do what I want.
Sarah (begging): Please… at least give me some time. I'm already tired.
Bolaji: Don't stress me. I'm already in the m00d. Wait… have you done this before?
Sarah: No.
Bolaji: Good. That's why I chose you.
I sighed heavily and continued begging him, but he refused. He forc&d himself on me. When he was done, he only smiled, patted my back, and slept off.
He had been so r0ugh that I felt p@in all over, and bl00d stained my body. Yet, he left me like that, without care, and dozed off.
That was when I began to realize the trouble I had entered.
By midnight, I felt his hands on me again. I pleaded, telling him I was still in p@in, but he refused and had his way again. Afterward, I managed to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to his slight tap.
Bolaji: You're still sleeping? This is 10 a.m. Did you sleep like this in your father's house?
I rubbed my face quickly.
Sarah: I'm sorry… I didn't know the time had gone.
Bolaji: Anyway, I'm hungry. I'm craving amala with gbegiri and ewedu. I'm sure you can make that.
Sarah: Yes… but we still have some food left. Maybe we should eat that first.
Bolaji (frowning): Do I look like a goat to you, eating leftovers? Did you buy the food for me? I said cook something fresh, and you're talking about leftovers. If you like, you and the security guard can eat that. Just make sure my amala and gbegiri with ewedu is soft.
Even though I was weak and tired, I dragged myself to the kitchen to prepare it. While I was still cooking, I heard his voice again:
Bolaji: Be fast ooo… and don't forget you still have to clean the house.
To be continued…